Page 25 of Sub Mission

“What the fuck?” I hissed in embarrassment. “Uh…are you sure this is safe?”

He chuckled. “I feel completely safe, Baker.”

Still laughing at his smartass comment, he took the leather seat he’d just removed, slipped it against my belly, and started screwing it into place. When he’d finished that, the comfort level definitely improved. Sure, I still felt exposed and vulnerable, just like he wanted me too, but I no longer felt like I was dangling in mid—air. I glanced down and backward to see my hard dick pointing toward the floor. A small wet spot marked the ground directly beneath it. Next, he put a strap around my forehead, which helped hold my head up without me having to use any neck muscles.

“How do you feel about ball gags?” he asked in his irritatingly chipper voice. Before I could answer, he added, “Don’t worry about your safe word. I’ll give you a bell to hold in your hand. All you need to do is drop it and everything stops.”

Not for one second did I think I’d need my safe word with Seth, but I acted like I contemplated saying no…just to keep him on his toes. “I guess it’s okay,” I finally mumbled in a tone which perfectly mimicked a pouty sub. It earned me a hard slap to my ass.

The sting felt delightful.

“Open,” he ordered and as soon as I obeyed, he shoved the ball gag into my mouth and attached it to the head rest. All in all, it was fairly comfortable. I didn’t for one second dream it would stay that way. A small bell was tucked into my palm. “Drop it for me,” he ordered. When I dropped it, it made an annoying tinkling sound. He put it back into my palm. “Very good,Baker.”

I closed my eyes and melted into a puddle of lust when he said my name. I didn’t do it every time—only when he made it sound like a fucking caress.

“A healthy prostate is not only vital to a man’s health, Baker, it can also offer a great deal of pleasure when properly stimulated. The toy I’m about to use on you was developed specifically to send pulse after pleasurable pulse against your prostate. It’s going to feel exquisite.” He nipped at my neck and whispered, “It’s going to feel like torture, too.”

He disappeared for a second and when he returned to stand in front of me again, I could see he held something in his hand. The bands across my forehead and the one securing the ball gag in my mouth prevented me from moving enough to see the toy. I squirmed. He laughed.

“The one I’ve chosen for you is approximately four inches in length and about the circumference of two of my fingers. I’m going to lube it up really nice for you and then slowly ease it in. Jingle your bell if you’re okay with that.”

Fuck him for making me ask for it, even with a fucking ball gag in my mouth. My hand twitched and the bell jingled. Excitement bubbled inside of me when he moved to stand between my obscenely spread legs. One of his hands, large, hot, and strong, massaged my ass cheeks while he kept whispering how I needed to relax.

Which was stupid. What I needed was him to put that toy in my ass.

Instead, he kept massaging. Sometimes it was a caress, gentle and soft. Other times, he was rougher. He even spanked my ass cheek several times. When a finger finally slid between my cheeks, I nearly jumped out of my skin and made an embarrassing noise which was muffled by the ball gag. Several times he did that, just teased the skin between my cheeks but then quickly moved back to massaging. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime and when my moans of frustration became embarrassingly loud, he used his hand to spread my cheeks wide apart, exposing my hole.

I didn’t have long to ponder what I must look like to him or how humiliated I should be. As he held me open, I felt something hard push against my pucker.

“Push out against it, Baker,” he ordered softly.

I pushed like he requested and would have screamed loud enough to wake the dead if the damned ball gag wasn’t in my mouth when he pushed the entire length of the toy inside me at once. It burned. I felt…too full. It was too much.

We needed to start with a fucking smaller size!

“Does this hand still work?” he asked as he grabbed the fist holding my safe word bell.

When he softened his grasp, I shook my hand to show him I was fine. I wasn’t fine, though. It burned like a motherfucker. If that was four inches, my cock was a good solid eight. There was no way that was four inches. Absolutely, positively no way.

“Your ass feels full, doesn’t it?” he said as he walked away from me. “Almost too full. Almost too much for you to handle.”

When I saw him again, he was placing a large chair directly in front of me, almost touching my head. Just as I realized he meant to sit his ass right in fucking front of me, his cock slapped me on the jaw as he squeezed his body between me and the chair.

He’d gotten naked. Seth was completely naked. Seth was completely naked and sitting in a chair only inches away from my head. When his hand reached down to stroke his own hard length, I moaned through the ball gag.

Fuck, his cock was beautiful. Naturally, he was bigger than me—wouldn’t that be my luck? He was thicker and longer, the bulbous head too impossibly large to fit inside another man. Veins ran the length and my tongue, trapped behind the gag, itched to trace the path. A heavy drop of precum looked like a pearl sitting atop his slit.

He scooted the chair closer. If the strap wasn’t around my forehead, I could have easily lowered my lips enough to lick him. His scent….

Fuck, he smelled good. Why would I thinkthat? I inhaled deeply again, memorizing his smell so I could jack off to it when I was alone, and my hands weren’t tied. His balls were huge, hairless, and looked like they begged for my touch. Every damned thing about him was gorgeous in a totally masculine way. Weird, I’d never really admired the male physique before. Sure, I’d noticed when a guy was bigger than me, as many were, but I’d really been sizing them up to see if they were a danger to me.

“Do you like looking at my cock, Sweet Tart?” Seth asked as he kept stroking the hard length in a lazy, seductive movement.

I watched his hand, reminding myself of a cat watching one of those laser lights people bought to capture their attention. He’d definitely captured mine. Like the cat, I wanted to pounce on him—to knock his hands out of the way and let me play with his toy.How had he done this to me in such a short period of time? How would I ever be able to walk away when he was finished with me?

“I think you do like watching me,” he said. “I bet you’ve gotten so entranced with watching me touch myself that you’ve forgotten all about having something stuffed in your ass, haven’t you?”

Fuck, I had forgotten. The burn had vanished, and the fullness didn’t feel nearly as overwhelming to my senses. Apparently, my ass and Seth’s toy had decided to make nice and become friends after all.

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